Page 13 of Luci’s Lullaby

“Dear Lord, will you ever learn?” Reese joins me as I walk into the kitchen.

“Coffee?”

“Nope, breastfeeding.” She points to her boobs.

I wrinkle my nose. “Gross.” I pour my cup of motivation.

“Whatever, you have more to worry about than the source of food for my babies.” She cuts her eyes at me.

“What’s that?” My brows fall.

“You need a new number one fan.” She snorts as she laughs this time.

“Cute.” I take a big gulp of the black gold. “How are my niece and nephew?”

“Good. I’m so in love with them and their daddy.” Her eyes twinkle when she talks about them, and it does this cold, dead heart so much good.

“Ewww, you are so gross anymore. Where’d my buddy go?”

She grabs her chest, shaking them. “I’m a milk machine now!”

“I’m… gonna… hurl!” I fake gagging.

“You’ll be alright, Walker loves them even more like this.” She waggles her brows.

I cover my mouth. “Please tell me you’re not feeding him too.”

“Nah,” she rolls her eyes, “he just motor boats ‘em.”

I close my eyes, banishing the image. “Please stop. I’m gonna puke.”

“Seriously, asshole? I just caught a naked woman in your bathroom with you and you pretended to not know her name so she’d leave.” She cocks a brow. “Who’s more messed up here?”

“Touché.” I take another sip from my mug. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”

“I was on my way to Maisyn’s to help plan Sarah’s baby shower and thought I’d stop by. Ya know, shoot the bull and run off groupies.” She grins.

“Just like old times.”

“Keep it up and you’ll have to quit singin’.” She smirks.

“Why’s that?” I cock my brow.

“You’ll be all outta fans.” She chuckles.

Shaking my head, I toss a dishcloth in her face. “You suck.”

“Walker likes it.” She giggles because she knows I hate hearing about her sex life.

“I’m so happy you were sent to torture me.”

“You’re welcome, Puddin’.” She stands, headed toward the front door. “But if you don’t slow down pokin’ that thing into every girl around, it’s gonna torture you with the Herply erplies.”

“Hardy har.” I wave as she shuts the door behind her. I look down at my crotch, peeking inside the towel. “Don’t let me down, dude.”